Done.

 This morning was a disaster

That is not understatement. I woke up and my legs didnt feel quite right, but after 2 days of rest I figured I'd give things a go. The first mile still felt uncomfortable, but tolerable. mile two things started to shake out in my left, but my right calf got progressively worse. By mile 4 I needed to make a decision to continue in pain or turn for home. I made the conservative (wise?) choice to go home. I tried slowing my pace, but it didn't mater. The pain just kept stinging my leg. Finally at mile 5 I saw a car idling in the church parking lot. At this hour this could only be trouble or the police. 

I slowed turned off my head lamp and approached the police. I explained the situation and asked for a lift home. He agreed. And dropped me off at my driveway. 

I went to hard and now I'm paying for it. The best consolation I can think of is that this healing is happening now and not a week before the race. There's time for recovery. It's frustrating to be capable but not able. I guess this is part of the game. I've become so accustom to the rhythm of life it is going to take a moment to adjust. 

I think part of the niggling in my mind is its tough to say if there was a particular episode that tipped the scales to cause the injury. I feel like I built appropriately, maybe better and more consistent pre-workout stretching? Did I push the paces outside my zone. Could a change of shoes done anything to help? 

Who knows. I guess I just take what comes.

On a happier not. My exhibition got some press on local TV! 



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